Tag: The ship of death

I was a lot younger when I wrote this poem. At this moment, when I read it again it seems so good. This happens probably because time has passed between the moment of production and the moment of (re)reading. This aspect has always fascinated me: along with the dust that accompanies time there is also a movement at the level of perception. The poem doesn’t seem to be written by my own hand and when I try to experience a sensation of alienation the pleasure of reading is even greater. If I remember well, my ‘ship of death’ was inspired by the reading of Lawrence’s ‘ship of death’ and now I can really sense the influence. It appears that time does not only bring dust, but also pleasure. However, this pleasure is just something temporary because the passing of time is always painful, even inevitably painful. Pleasure follows detachment from this process of passage. Nevertheless, detachment is particularly difficult. Difficult but not impossible. The usage of irony could be a verisimilar solution. Here is the poem I wrote approximately 2 years ago (it may sound pathetic but I assume the risks implied by it):